Once upon a time there was this boy. And his name was James Whelan. Poor James Whelan was a problem child and his parents just couldn't take it. But they didn't have the heart to throw him out so they build him a little shed in the backyard, complete with a washer and dryer, which he calls momma and daddy.
But still, they loved little James Whelan, arrogant prick that he was, so they did the best they could for him: they bought him SC2. And he was happy! Until he realized he couldn't play it on the washing machine. So, after spending many nights "burping the worm" for some of the more near sighted local men, James Whelan was able to put together his own computer and, finally, play some Starcraft.
It was a hard road for James Whelan, as James Whelan now called himself, having to battle against latency, scorpions and his siblings trying to steal clothing from his parents, but he prevailed, eventually running across the members of prOxiteam. For most people, it would be a harrowing night of horrors to be quickly forgotten, but for James Whelan, it was like a beacon home.
James Whelan felt at home with the filthy miscreants of prOxiteam, quickly piling up game time like a hipster piles up multi-colored sneakers (with the socks to match, omg! let's grab up the shades, too!) despite most of us having the fashion sense of Steven Q Urkel (yes, dwain, I've seen the pics). Over time, James Whelan's control over the Swarm grew, as did his place in the cold, moss-ridden hearts of his future clanmates. Unfortunately for James Whelan, having a place in the heart of a prOxiteam member mostly leads to being insulted, degraded and then left out in the backyard, alone. Which is probably why James Whelan feels at home with us.
Welcome to your new family, James Whelan. Now hand me my socks.